Here’s how it will be when the dust settles

Oh, we go through this in cycles, every four years. Such a fuss, such a lather, and in a few months there’ll be the same old realization that “the most important election of our time” produced yet another dose of “Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.” Oh, there’ll be some cosmetic differences,Continue reading “Here’s how it will be when the dust settles”

Choose how you react

“Choose to have the right attitude, and you choose success,” Scott Alexander wrote the other day. It’s an oft-repeated thought: You can’t control what happens sometimes, but you always can control how you react. Not that it’s easy — what happens can be infuriating or heartbreaking or unintentionally funny, and your first impulse may beContinue reading “Choose how you react”

Emerging From Dystopia, Part 2

(“And some day we’ll remember so much that we’ll build the biggest goddam steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up,” Granger said in Fahrenheit 451.) And what else will people remember? That all are created equal, endowed by their Creator with certain, unalienableContinue reading “Emerging From Dystopia, Part 2”

That moment you realize you’re being lied to

(I wrote this at this stage of the last presidential campaign. Sadly, I don’t need to change a word.) (with grateful thanks to George Orwell, H.L. Mencken, Dr. Seuss and Joss Whedon) Winston Smith sat in a corner where he was pretty sure the telescreen couldn’t see him, and he wrote in a journal. HeContinue reading “That moment you realize you’re being lied to”

That year we won it all

I have heard it said that 2020 is a terrible year. I say, “In your dreams.” It’s not the calendar’s fault if you choose to be downcast and pessimistic and defeated. Did you ever dance to those songs about getting knocked down and getting up again? Did you nod and stick your thumb up whenContinue reading “That year we won it all”

Tired of being afraid? Yeah, me, too

I’ve been writing to myself, “Today I’m going to stop procrastinating and get it done,” for so long that I laugh at myself every time I write it. I am the king of procrastinators. Which is greater, my fear of living or my fear of procrastinating into the grave? Wait, what was that book IContinue reading “Tired of being afraid? Yeah, me, too”